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finesse crew empire - popper freestyle 3 lyrics

[intro: lu$o & cou]
paps, paps paps (yeuh)
paps (yeuh)
yeah, that sh-t better be to the brim, yo
paps, paps paps
you better be ppding motherf-cking everywhere, y’know?
boy, i need a popper (yeuh)
i’ll do anything to get that f-ckin’ popper
get that sh-t in you boy
i’ll bike across st-ttsville for a motherf-ckin’ popper
boy, i’ll walk to f-ckin’ china (stooki sound)

[verse 1: lu$o]
take a couple rips (hucci)
b-m a couple snips (yeuh)
that’s the life of a chris, life of a chris (yeuh)
bong takes a slip (brr)
bowl has a slit (yeuh)
life of a chris, life of a chris (do it)
this is pop free three
sh-t a trilogy (yeah)
finesse crew in the street off a bean or three (three)
pull up at the party, got a ting, h-lla ratchet (yeah)
pulled up, got a b, but where the bach at?
pack your pap (yeuh), to the rim (brr)
pap your pap (yeuh), clear your chim (clear)
didn’t get a heady but it’s still a win (yeah)
ppd dripping off my chin
watch out, don’t step on my spit (don’t)
watch out for chris, he ’boutta ppd her cl-t (jheeze)
oh my god, he missed
take another rip, chris
take another rip, kid
ya, ya

[interlude: lu$o & cou]
um, anyone got snip? (do you have snip?)
who, who, who brought snip to th-
anyone! snip? where’s the snip? (i need a dart)
yo, yo, gabo, you got snip?
anyone have snip?

[verse 2: cou]
oh ya, you know, how it go
when i show up at your home
with some dope and some motherf-ckin’ tobe
who let them dogs out?
cou let them thots out
i make the beats loud and i party in a new town
anyone got a dart? i’ll give you a loonie
maybe a coin from the magic well, in the goonies
one’s not enough, may i have two please?
i’m talkin’ bout belmont darts and groupies
one week full bag, ya, next week empty
don’t gotta worry bout my weed man, he got plenty
sippin’ on some henny with a pocket full of twentys (yeuh)
livin’ in my twentys, always going full sendy
smokin’ paps with ben b, this sh-t is fine tree
f-ck the five-0 they can’t even find or fine me (f-ck no)
born in the nineties
rockin’ some nikes
you know i drop b-ss like i drop them f-ckin’ panties
f-ck on me you will get smacked
movin’ too fast because i’m twacked (twacked)
smokin’ a pap with the lads in the back
i yack at the fact that my lungs are so black
wake up from a nap, brush my teeth, take a nap
got a hand on my gat and a b-tch on my lap
she feelin’ my sack and i reach for my pack
grab a mac black
f-ck a b-tch, i need a pap, ya
ya, f-ck a b-tch need a pap, ya
i’m fiending hard for a motherf-ckin’ pap, ya
ain’t n-body gonna stop me from hittin’ this motherf-ckin’
pap, pap, pap, pap, pippity ya
this is f-ckin’ popper freestyle 3, ya
got an itch for a hit from the b, ya
where is sitch? i need a bag of f-ckin’ weed, ya
dial “6-1-3” extension “papi”, ya

[verse 3: lu$o]
got an acrylic, put it to your grill kid
if you wanna snip it, you gotta rip it
full dart, half dart same thing
paps on the brain
paps are no game
paps on membrane
coughin’ all black, paps are takin’ a toll
third pap, i’m on a roll
throw away that bowl, all i need is a slide
the b, we don’t hide
at scc havin’ paps on me (on me)
at scc havin’ paps on me (on me)
paps on me (for free!)
paps on me

[outro: bubbles, lil snip ]
i know i’m not supposed to talk to sam lasco
that greasy b-st-rd, but he used to be a veterinarian
so i’m thinking, maybe, if he’s got any f-cking nice bones in his body
he would tell me how to fix these kitties

i’m buzzin ‘and i’m baked
i’m buzzin’ and i’m baked

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